I once had a girl, or should I say, she once
had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good,
norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit
anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't
a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her
wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's
time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and
started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep
in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had
flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian
wood.